... And Sassello just sat back because I had things to do. Shit...
Outside, Sassello wades through the deep snow. He'd heard the screams inside, but did not waver. The man had not yet come. This was only the beginning.
The snow whirls about, in curious patterns. Spirals and whirls. Then he noticed they seemed to be spiraling around him. He reached for the cloth on his back, reaching for his sword. Something told him he'd need it.
Disappearing in the snow, Sassello spares a last glance at the hotel.
Survive...
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialThat was the point where Zephyr remembered Nettle. Little Nettle sleeping soundly in their room, wearing the mask of innocence only in her sleep. Walking over to Eos he handed her the knife, hilt first.
"I need to go find my friend and get my own weapons. I need to make sure she's alright - the Ancestors forbid that there be more of those creatures in the hotel."
Then he darted out the door and up the stairs. Not quite sure whether he'd come back or not... after all, it wasn't only his own life he would endanger. This wasn't their fight.
Alright I'm writing Zephyr and Nettle out of the thread for the moment being, seeing as I leave for Istanbul with my class tomorrow. I'll be back Friday evening.
Scaramouch, scaramouch will you do the fandango?Rainar moved his hand across his back feeling for any burns, instead he found mostly healed scars. I thought for sure I was going to die. Someone must have healed me while I was unconscious. I should probably go and thank my healer, if that person still lives. Rainar then got up to grab his backpack when his shirt fell down, showing his muscular and hairy chest. Hold that cart... I should probably get some new clothes first.
When Rainar came striding back to the rest of the group he was wearing a hauberk and a helm depicting a man forging a sword. He placed his backpack along with his two axes next to the counter, but Rainar still kept his sword at his side. Looking up at everyone he asks, "What was that thing? What are we supposed to do now?"
Sounds like fun Tachi!
Hmm... Duh-VARG-AHR or Due-VARG-AHR? Decisions, decisions... Or pick both you lummox!
edited 18th Sep '10 9:53:28 AM by EldritchBlueRose
Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.As Violet hid during the fight, she'd heard voices again. Some woman saying she was in terrible pain but couldn't scream because her mouth was sewn shut. She used to have a name but couldn't remember it. All her memories were gone, and she just wanted rest. It wanted to die, but all the attacks weren't killing it, just causing more pain.
The voice finally stopped crying out, just as everything else went silent. Cautiously, Violet emerged from her hiding spot.
The thing appeared to be a zombie or something. She glanced at everyone else. They'd actually seen this. It was real. Curiously, Violet came up to the thing, and reached out to touch it. A thrill went through her as she felt some kind of power flowing into her, and she smiled. Then, realizing what she was doing, she abruptly pulled back and assumed an anxious expression. "What is it?"
If I'm asking for advice on a story idea, don't tell me it can't be done."Well, far as I can tell, this," Tick said, kicking it a little, "is a prime example of the livin' dead. Or somethin' very close to it, at least."
He reached absentmindedly into his pocket. His anchor was still there.
"I've person'lly only encountered one man who could make things like this, but if he shows up, I'm outta here. It'd be safer. If it's no' him, though...well, then we'll figure it out."
Always touching and looking. Piss off."And who that? The man you mentioned?"
She wondered if there might possibly be a connection between a man, clearly a very powerful one, cabable of creating zombie-things like this and the rumours about the lord of Black Hand's research for perfect undead constructs. Probably not, it would seem rather far fetched that a dead demon lord's spells would appear in the hands of a human decades later. But then again, stranger thing have happened. What was it again that the old man who had helped her and Phil save Howie from selling his soul to things from beyond had said? Something about some evils never really dying? She shuddered a bit, and hoped beings like they had met then were not involved here.
Itou smiles. "Oh, only a reanimated human? Well, that's no problem at all. I've fought against those."
She had. The big one that Gant had killed was about as tough as that thing was, she'd imagine, or even more resilient, judging by how badly he had been battered. Pity he wasn't here. He'd like the sense of impending danger closing in on them.
"Good to know our enemies can be killed."
This is this.Looking at Itou, "It could be the undead, but that does not explain how resilient it was. My father fought them many times in the depths, but he would always mention that individually they are weak. This one seemed a bit stronger, unless he only appeared to be moving because you were shooting him too much."
Then Rainar remembered Noriko standing by the creature during the fight. Does she know something that the rest of us don't? Looking at Noriko beside him Rainar said, "I think that you've got some explaining to do miss."
Has ADD, plays World of Tanks, thinks up crazy ideas like children making spaceships for Hitler. Occasionally writes them down.Have fun, Tachi!
When Eos gets her shotgun back, she figures she might as well let him keep her knife and nods in acceptance. Then she listens to the conversation, getting rather irritated at the dismissal of the monster having been a zombie just because it hadn't looked like one, and taken more than one hit to get destroyed.
"I don't know, I've come across some pretty resilient zombies after eight years of this sort of thing," she says shortly, in reply to Rainar. "Usually that means a powerful necromancer raised it and is nearby, or the zombie was a necromancer to begin with."
At the mention of Noriko, Eos turned as well to the girl. "You're a prophet of some sort, aren't you? That could come in handy."
edited 18th Sep '10 1:44:46 PM by Leradny
Noriko blinks. "I'm.. what do you mean? I'm a psychic?"
Psychics, surely the powerful, omnipotent beings of fable, don't have any place to exist in the real world other than the watered-down con artists with a degree in theatricality. But this level of common reasoning can no longer undermine the current incredulity. The thought of actually being one with a great, perhaps a possibly terrible power, repulses her.
"No. No!" Noriko goes. "I'm, if you're thinking of my tarot cards, that's something I do for giggles and shits. It's just a mere feeling I had, looking at her. You can see, she's in pain, and you're helpless to do anything about it, other than kill her. Maybe we should take a closer look at the body?"
"If you got an emotion from looking at that thing besides fear, something that didn't feel like yours, it probably means you have empathy, and prophets are empaths in my world. Not to mention you got a feeling you would need my gun later on, and if that doesn't mean you can see the future I don't know what is. I don't care if you read tarot cards as a hobby, the point is that you decided to learn it at all and foresight comes in handy."
Feeling claustrophobic all of a sudden, Eos stops herself from getting too snappish with Noriko as the pale-skinned, dark-haired face of another prophet she'd known flashes across her mind's eye. Then she glances over at the body of the thing and shrugs. "Sure, let's go examine it. I need to get my knife back anyway."
She heads over to the thing and pulls her knife out, cleaning it with another bandanna before putting it back in her belt.
Tick coughs, rubbing at the bandages on his chest. Something underneath there tingled in an unpleasant way.
"...I know somebody, well, something, who could make something like this. If he comes here - if he's -found- me - then there's no stopping him, and I'm getting out of this world as fast as I can. But, chances are, if he gets here, it's doomed anyway. This world, I mean."
He looked at his ancient knife, biting his lip. "The Smiling Man In The Suit...does that ring any bells for anyone at all?"
Always touching and looking. Piss off.The woman whose name was not Damien stared through the half-blocked window, bareley making out the shape of Sassello as he disappeared into the snow. So there was still someone out there, someone who very well could be the man whose name really was Damien. She breathed slowly, evenly, glass fogging, mind reeling. Would this mysterious Sassello kill Damien, if Damien was out there at all? Would Damien kill Sassello? It was unfortunately probable on both counts. She watched the snow for a moment after Sassello had become entirely invisible, then strode across the Hotel lobby for the stairs.
Kspam, you probably missed it, but my character asked yours if the zombie was the armed man, and I'm going to assume your character answered. Also, I asked you if you already had a character planned for the armed man, because I have one that more or less fits the bill, and think that could be fun.
edited 18th Sep '10 6:15:43 PM by DaeBrayk
Sure, go ahead. I'm thinking of introducing a new character here, but the armed man is all yours!
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serialJohnson is getting impatient. There's been no reply to his calling downstairs, he can hear voices, and there's a distinct lack of gunfire.
And Tag's even more impatient. "Uh, can we go see what's going on now?"
It's distinctly unfair, Johnson reflects, that a nearly-eighteen young man can give puppy-dog eyes to rival his baby sister. And that his formerly-growing immunity to them has been set back significantly.
"No." he says shortly, not looking at him.
"But I'm worried something might attack again. You know how to shoot. I know how to shoot."
"Yes, and I suppose you're up to being in the room with the shooting people and the zombies trying to eat us?"
Pout. "At least we won't have to sit here waiting for something to bust through the door."
"I get your meaning," Johnson starts patiently, "but—" Wait.
Real life has become a mountain that must be conquered epically. Cutting back on intarwebz for a bit.Four teenagers Zoe, Jayde, Ian and Brooke went back through the entrance door of Lakeside hotel, wet, partially frozen, shivering cold and....... not in such a good mood. They met up with the rest of those staying at the hotel.
"Ok so this is how it is," Ian explained.
"We had an emergency message from our masters," Jayde continued for him. "So-"
"We had to leave in a hurry very very early," Zoe cut in. "Only to-"
"Walk in the snow for half an hour," Ian talking this time. "Before-"
"We got another message telling us it was a freaking false alarm," Brooke continued with an annoyed voice. "Afterwards-"
" PsychoFreaX went AWOL We got lost through more craziness," Zoe said. "So in the end-"
"It took forever to get back here," Brooke finished. Then noticing that everyone else are also up, he asked, "By the way, what are you guys doing awake?"
edited 18th Sep '10 8:22:10 PM by PsychoFreaX
Help?.. please...Noriko shivers — the chilling breeze brushing from the open doors. She hesitantly points at the charred body of an artificial woman without a name, lying on burnt ground. "It is a long, very strange story," she goes. "If you believe in fantasy.. this being came through earlier from outside and lashed out at us in its pain. With enough shooting and exploding, we killed it. We're about to take a look at the body."
Time to get to the bottom of this mystery.
edited 18th Sep '10 8:44:04 PM by QQQQQ
Tick's suggestion did not ring any bells, and Eos said so. Though she didn't mind the fact that this world was doomed since it wasn't her own she did feel a vague pang of responsibility towards any other people on this world. At the sight of four teenagers coming in from the snow asking what they were all doing awake, she remembered the two teenagers upstairs pointed towards the fallen creature.
"That thing came in here and attacked us, but it's over now. We're still trying to figure out what it is. Hang on a minute, I need to do something," she excused herself, before running up to her room and opening the door.
"It's safe to come out now, you two," Eos tells Johnson and Tag. "Although, I'd suggest you go to your own rooms or something and go to sleep."
edited 18th Sep '10 8:44:01 PM by Leradny
=D Yess... anything plot-specific you need him to do, or is general havoc acceptable? And feel free to kill him, everyone, if your characters would, but magical balls of came-out-of-nowhere death aren't very sporting. I'm not pointing fingers, we've just got to be cooperative if we're going to have named characters on both sides of a fight.
Sassello was not far from the Hotel, the glow from the top few windows still visible through the dark, when a snowdrift shuddered and fell apart to reveal the shape of a massive man, easily seven feet even hunched and shivering against the cold.
Like Marissa, who was currently back at the hotel and going by the name of Damienne, remind me never to have characters use other character's names as their fake names Damien was unusually pale, with dull brownish hair suggesting that he might have been blonde if he ever got out in the sun. He was dressed in clothes clearly unsuitable for the elements, most curiously a sleeveless trench coat. What was visible of his left arm, between the snow and his desperate attempt to keep it out of the cold, was covered in an abstract tatoo that climbed up past his shoulder and tapered out behind his ear. The scope of a sniper rifle jutted out from behind his back.
It took the man from the snowdrift a moment to focus properly on Sassello, but when he did he tensed immediately. His posture shifted subtly, threateningly. One of the hands he had been trying to protect in his useless trench coat became visible, clenched in a death grip around the handle of an unusual-looking knife. A low, unintelligible sound rose from the man's throat. It might have been an attempt at communication, and it might have been a growl.
edited 18th Sep '10 8:55:03 PM by DaeBrayk
Move
The snow is thick.
Move
It's cold.
Move!
He can feel a thin layer on top of him.
Move!
Breathing is becoming difficult in this position. He has to
MOVE!
"Hey." Sassello registers the voice slowly. The impolite bluntness, with just a twinge of irritation. Finally recognizing it, he buries his face, hoping it isn't who he thinks it is.
"What are you doing? Get up."
Yup, definitely her. Sassello raises his head one, perhaps two inches, and grins with bloodied teeth. He looks to his savior and with all the charm of a toothless hobo, spits out a clot of congealed blood at her feet.
"Go to hell Violet."
edited 18th Sep '10 8:57:36 PM by KSPAM
I've got new mythological machinery, and very handsome supernatural scenery. Goodfae: a mafia web serial"Well the important thing is that it's dead and we're all safe right?" Ian said.
"I don't know about that," Brooke replied as he analyzed the grotesque figure. "Judging from this corpses condition, the guy should have been dead long before we went off from dinner last night and the dead don't usually rise on their own."
"So, you know anyone who can perform necromancy?" Brooke turned to Noriko and the rest.
edited 18th Sep '10 9:00:44 PM by PsychoFreaX
Help?.. please...

As I said in my previous post I didn't think I could keep up with this thread. But now that I got personal business out of the way I just read everything up to this point now. But dammit why did all the exciting stuff have to happen just when I left? So can I join character hotel again? I mean, I have an idea of how I can get my characters back in the game but it would seem kinda Ass Pull ish. So I really don't know anymore
edited 18th Sep '10 7:36:38 AM by PsychoFreaX
Help?.. please...